"Tian Zhiyu, do not slander others with malicious accusations!"
"Patriarch, Sect Master, I implore your clear judgment! Would I have entertained such improper thoughts if not for this traitor constantly fanning the flames beside me?"
"I deserve ten thousand deaths, but what happened today was indeed orchestrated entirely by this villain..." Sensing the aura of death, Yuan Shengcai, a sect Elder and a Spirit Sea Realm cultivator, had tears and mucus streaming down his face, mixed with blood and grime, presenting a picture of utter desolation and terror.
Tian Zhiyu, knowing escape from culpability was impossible, appeared considerably more composed, his eyes filled with boundless hatred—hatred for Shen Mo, hatred for the sect, hatred for his ill fortune.
"This wasn't my doing alone. If not for Peak Master Tang's tacit approval, if not for my Tian Family's patriarch..."
